Thursday, December 22, 2011

Christmas Fancies

It's been one of those mornings.  All was going fine until it came time to leave to go to work.  I couldn't find my keys.  Ended up getting here late, but I still didn't find them.  Luckily hubby was there to lock the door behind me.  When I got to work I remembered that yesterday morning it was raining, and I couldn't find my umbrella, so I stopped to buy one on the way to the train.   When I opened it, I slipped its wrappings into my pocket.  This morning, I tossed it into the garbage.  Bet my keys were in there.

Been back at work now since Tuesday.  Such a busy time.  Came back to find five new intakes in files on my desk.  I've been touching base with all my clients and trying my best to stay caught up.  That's why I worked so hard before my vacation.  I knew what would be waiting on my return.  Today I must do some discharges before my caseload gets too out of control, so I am...

...hoping you all enjoy the poem today.  Ella Wheeler Wilcox is one of my favorites.

When Christmas bells are swinging above the fields of snow,
We hear sweet voices ringing from lands of long ago.
And etched on vacant places,
Are half forgotten faces
Of friends we used to cherish, and loves we used to know –
When Christmas bells are swinging above the fields of snow.

Uprising from the ocean of the present surging near,
We see, with strange emotion that is not free from fear,
That continent Elysian
Long vanished from our vision,
Youth’s lovely lost Atlantis, so mourned for and so dear,
Uprising from the ocean of the present surging near.

When gloomy gray Decembers are roused to Christmas mirth,
The dullest life remembers there once was joy on earth,
And draws from youth’s recesses
Some memory it possesses,
And, gazing through the lens of time, exaggerates its worth,
When gloomy gray December is roused to Christmas mirth.

When hanging up the holly or mistletoe, I wis
Each heart recalls some folly that lit the world with bliss.
Not all the seers and sages
With wisdom of the ages
Can give the mind such pleasure as memories of that kiss
When hanging up the holly or mistletoe, I wis.

For life was made for loving, and love alone repays,
As passing years are proving for all of Time’s sad ways.
There lies a sting in pleasure,
And fame gives shallow measure,
And wealth is but a phantom that mocks the restless days,
For life was made for loving, and only loving pays.

When Christmas bells are pelting the air with silver chimes,
And silences are melting to soft, melodious rhymes,
Let Love, the worlds beginning,
End fear and hate and sinning;
Let Love, the God Eternal, be worshipped in all climes
When Christmas bells are pelting the air with silver chimes.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox


  1. There always seems to be a glitch doesn't there? Hope you find those keys! Good luck with your caseloads. Happy Solstice!

  2. Good luck finding your keys Sweet Mary!

    I hope your workload gets lighter too. :)

    Sending you loving thoughts and energies...

  3. I think you are being amazingly calm, with everything that's been going on and is still going on. And good for you! I hope a whole batch of new peace/calm come, with this move. Oh I so hope so. :-)

    Oh, and I pictured the "13 Desserts Of Christmas in Provance" but I don't make much of anything. :-) Just a mincemeat pie which my husband has been enjoying all week, by himself. And something else, now that it's gone. Never did a lot of holiday baking, and it's no time to start now. Not with all my health issues. ,-)

    "Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childish days; that can recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth; and transport the sailor and the traveller, thousands of miles away, back to his own fire-side and his quiet home!"
    ~~Charles Dickens,
    "The Pickwick Papers", 1836

  4. I hope those keys are waiting for you in the garbage when you get home!

  5. Hope the Jingle you hear are the keys....
    Have a great Christmas no matter what:)